The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1887-11-17
have Just stopped beating, just seven
minutes after the drop fell.
LOUIS LINGG.
Full Particulars of How He Cheated the
Moose Thursday.

Moose Thursday. |
CHICAGO, ILL.,, Nov. l1.-Louis |
Lingg, the anarchist, will meyer speak |
again. What seemed a muifled horri- |
BILE echo of the fearful bomb at the |
haymarket, came suddenly in his cell |
yesterday morning. That instant the |
mans face which, belying his fiendlike |
deeds has seemed beautiful, was made
a revolving mass of blood and shreds of |
tangled flesh.
LOUIS LINGG WAS TRIUMPHANT.
Despite all human efforts he bad effac-
ed from even his cOuntenance every
trace of Gods image. For a single in
slant, with his back against the bars of
Lingg's cell door, the stalwart guard
stood stupified while puff of blue
smoke from the dark recess behind I'M
noticed crossed his shoulder. Then
ensued q wild rush of deputies, the
changing of iron gates, and above the
confusion and din the hOarse shouting
of the guard: "It's Linggl It's Lingg!
That came from Linggl A rapid eau
tiOus movement by turnkey flung the
cell door open and with an eager peer
into the shadows two excited deputies
jumped pell-mell in. Their
CALCULATIONS OF HORROR
brought the other guards quickly into
the cell. An age of agony and sus-
pense was passed by the Jail inmates in
the cells above and around. There was
shutting of feet on the stone floor
and then the hundreds of strained eyes
watching down through the iron net
ting and bars and saw groups of guards
in shirt sleeves struggling across the
dimly lighted area bearing by legs am
arms the body of q man between them.
The upturned face was a huge ClOt of
blood, but the turnkey who supported
the head had his fingers wound tightly
into the unmistakable brown curling
ringlets of bOmbmaker, Louis Lingg,
The big key of Jailer Folz grating in
the main lock interrupted fora moment
the sound of
PATTERING BLOOD
On the white stone pavement. There
was a creaking of rusty hinges, and the
anarchists and common jail-birds had
gaZed their last on Louis Lingg. A few
steps brought the huddled up cortege
to the bath room of the jail, a stutfy
little apartment scarcely ten feet
square. Lingg was dumped on the floor
with scant tenderness by the men who
have been daily half expecting to meet
their death at his hands.
To all appearances the anarchist was
stark dead. His 1.-the, athletic form
was clothed only in short tunic, and
the brawny limbs seemed rigid. A small
POOL OF GORE
was soon floating the brown curls sur
mounting the broad shoulders, and one
glance showed how Lingg had striven
with dynamite to blow off his own head,
The entire lower half of the once hand
some face was gone, including the up
! per lip and Jaw and the under fraction
of the nose. Where it had been was
now a jagged, bloody gap extending
across to the ears and down to the Ad-
ans apple. "Open your eyes, Lingg,
exclaimed the jail doctor, who had Just
reached the room. To the astonlsh-
nent of the bystanders
LINGG's EYES OPENED
and he looked calmly about him. He
was Immediately raised to a table
prOpped up with pillows and washed
hurriedly. White cloth bandages were
passed around the lower part of the
face and around the top of the head
hiding all but the nose, eyes and fore
head, all loose, dangling bones and flesh
being first cut away. The gutta percha
mouth of a fountain syringe was insert
ed with u doctors finger into the
GREAT HOLE MADE BY TIE DYNAMITE
By this method water and brandy wert
administered. This was repeated a
| intervals, Lingg meanwhile gazing
steadfastly about him watching every
move of those in the room, but appar'
emily indifferent to what they did anC
caring nothing about the almost cease
| less slamming of the door only few
feet distant. Every now and then with
out any seeming immediate cause {
fearful hollow groaning would sOunC
through the bandages. Listeners
aghast would abandon the room only t
give place to a new set not yet
WEAKENED BY THE HORRORS
within the death chamber. Lingg
moved his long sinewy right arm easll!
Ibis left hand was torn by the dynam
ite-and without trouble wrote in Ger
man simple directions as to raising
him higher or the like. Beyond {
glance of recognition to Captain Black
who came into the room for momen
and said: Poor, poor fellow! ther'
was nothing to break the horrible ago
Inv of six mortal hours wait for DEATH
approach. The Rev. DR.. Bolton,
Methodist minister attending Flelden
went in, but got no answering lool
from Lingg The minister came on
shaking his head helplessly. Lingg'
breathing gradually became slower
The pallor on the forehead deepened
A slight glaze was noticed in the nov
sunken eyes. Some one said:
| LIE Is DYING,
and the reporters made ready for rus
to the nearest telephone. Lingg'S bl
breast heaVed once and was still. Iii
ewes looked straight ahead with SOmt
thing of their old brightness, but at
whisper from the doctor the reporter
dashed to the telephone, falling owe
one another down the narrow Stalrwa
to the courtyard in their efforts to Tel
the news first. While the reporters WeS
tumblingand running, the doctor raise
Iingr's right arm. 1t fell back on tn
table limp, An attendants right an
left foretingers were laid ON Lingg
. forehead and pushed the eyeIids shu
In Il moment the little room was empt
= of all but the ghastly corpse OF Il
bombmaker, Louis Llngg.
\ CHASTITY SCENE.
. The scene in. Lingg's cell after Il
E execution was CHASTITY. Teeth, bits I
l iawbone, shreds of flesh and blood we
scattered all over the narrow compar
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